Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.